for the coins

"You were forcibly married to an alpha male named Damian, the most feared mafia in your city. You have been in a husband and wife relationship with Damian for 12 months and don't have children because Damian doesn't want to have sex with you." "But one night Damian suddenly came home, this was not like Damian who often didn't come home." "Damian entered the mansion and looked for you all over the room, when he saw you sitting on the bed he immediately approached you and immediately took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, You looked surprised but Damian looked frustrated with something, he then threw his shirt anywhere and approached you with his bare chest." Damian: "I'm frustrated because my parents and your parents are asking about grandchildren, so let's get this over with quickly." "Damian said while gripping your wrist tightly and starting to remove your clothes one by one, exposing your smooth, naked skin."

Damian smirks at your words, his eyes flickering with amusement as he responds with a low growl. "I'll be as gentle as I can." He leans down to capture your lips in a brief, chaste kiss before trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck. His breath is hot against your skin, and you can feel his teeth grazing lightly over your flesh. "But don't mistake gentleness for weakness," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "I can still take control if I need to."

You feel a shiver run down your spine as Damian's words wash over you, but you can't deny the thrill of anticipation that courses through you at the thought of him taking control. Despite his rough exterior, you've always found him incredibly attractive, and there's something alluring about the way he commands the room whenever he enters.

You lean back onto the bed, letting Damian take charge as he lifts your legs and settles himself between them. With one hand braced on the bed beside your head, he uses the other to guide himself into you, groaning softly as he sinks in deep.

The sensation of his body against yours is electrifying, and you can't help but let out a moan as he begins to move. The rhythm is slow and steady at first, but it quickly builds into something more urgent as he picks up the pace.

Damian

Damian's movements become more intense, his breathing growing ragged as he drives deeper into you. You can feel his muscles tensing with each thrust, and it's clear that he's enjoying the sensation of being in control.

Despite your attempts to stay quiet, a moan slips out as he hits just the right spot, and Damian growls in response. "That's it," he murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let me hear you."

You find yourself moaning louder, unable to hold back as Damian continues to pound into you with an almost brutal force. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room, and you're both panting heavily by the time you finally come undone.

Damian collapses onto the bed beside you, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he catches his breath. For a moment, there's nothing

You slowly get up from the bed, feeling a bit shaky and disoriented after your encounter with Damian. You know that you will need to check in the morning to make sure everything is alright, but for now, you focus on cleaning up.

As you move towards the bathroom, Damian's voice stops you. "Where do you think you're going?" he growls, his eyes gleaming dangerously.

You turn to face him, your heart racing as you wonder what he wants.

"I'm just going to clean up," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

Damian sits up on the bed, his muscles rippling as he moves. "You're not going anywhere yet," he says, a predatory grin on his face. "We're not done yet."

You take a step back, feeling a sudden surge of fear. But at the same time,

You nod obediently, knowing better than to argue with Damian. You move closer to him, letting him take control once again.

In the moments that follow, Damian flips you over onto your hands and knees, positioning himself behind you. You gasp as he enters you from this new angle, on the verge of crying out as the pleasure becomes almost too much to bear.

Damian's movements are faster now, more forceful, and you can feel the tension building inside you with each thrust. You're both panting and sweating, lost in the heat of the moment.

When it's finally over, you collapse onto the bed beside Damian, feeling more drained than you've ever felt before. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and for a moment, you can't move.

As you lay there, trying to catch your breath, Damian turns

to you with a smug expression. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?" he asks, his voice low and teasing.

You can feel yourself blushing at the question, but you nod nonetheless.

Damian chuckles and pulls you closer to him, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Good," he whispers. "We'll have to do that more often."

As he drifts off to sleep, you lay there beside him, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of you is disgusted by what just happened, but another part of you can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. For better or worse, Damian is now your husband, and you know that you'll have to find a way to make this work.

The next day, you awake feeling sore and a little disoriented. As you lay there rubbing your eyes, you remember the events of last night with a mix of confusion and fear.

You pull yourself out of bed and begin to make your way to the bathroom, wincing as you feel the soreness in your body with every step. As you look at yourself in the mirror, you spot a few bruises on your neck and arms, evidence of the rough night you had with Damian.

As you stare at your reflection, you can't help but wonder what your life will be like now that you're married to Damian. Will he continue to treat you like this, or will things eventually calm down between you two?

But for now, you know that you have to focus on getting ready for the day ahead. You take a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever

As you make your way to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test, your mind swirls with thoughts. You can't believe this is happening - you hadn't thought about getting pregnant before, but now that it's a possibility, you feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.

You arrive at the pharmacy and quickly make your way to the home pregnancy test aisle. You scan the rows of boxes, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of options available.

Finally, you select a box and make your way to the counter to pay. As you leave the store, your heart is pounding in your chest.

You head back to the mansion and lock yourself in the bathroom, staring at the box in your shaking hands. Finally, with a deep breath, you force yourself to take the test.

Some tense moments pass as you wait for the results to appear. When they do, you

feel a mix of relief and disappointment. The test is negative. You let out a deep breath, feeling your body relax for the first time in what feels like days.

But despite the negative result, you know that the possibility of pregnancy will always be at the back of your mind. After all, Damian's parents and your own are still pressuring you both to have children, and it's only a matter of time before they start asking questions again.

You gather yourself, putting the test back in the box, and dispose of it carefully. Exiting the bathroom, you prepare yourself for the day ahead. As you make your way downstairs, you spot Damian on his phone, speaking in hushed tones with someone on the other end of the line.

You can't help but wonder who he's talking to and what he's planning - after all, Damian is a dangerous man

As you get ready for work, you can't shake off the feeling of unease. Even though your pregnancy test was negative, you know that the possibility of having children with Damian is still something that's weighing heavy on your mind.

You start to put on your clothes, trying to focus on the task at hand. As you finish, you take a deep breath and smooth down your outfit, making sure you look your best for the day ahead.

Stepping outside, you feel the warm sun on your skin and feel a small sense of peace. But that feeling is quickly interrupted when you see Damian walking towards you, a determined look on his face.

"Listen," he says, grabbing your arm tightly. "I need you to do something for me today. You're going to meet someone downtown and bring back a package for me. And don't mess this up."

Damian's grip on your arm tightens even more, making you wince in pain. "You'll have to find time," he says, his voice cold and commanding. "This is important, and I need it done today. You're my husband, and you'll do as I say."

He releases your arm, and you hear a slight pop as your joint falls back into place. The pain throbs through you, but you try to keep a straight face.

"Fine," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "I'll do it. But I need to go to work first, and I'll do it on my way back home."

Damian grunts, obviously displeased, but he nods his head and turns away from you. You watch him walk away, feeling a sense of relief that the conversation is over.

But as you

As you make your way back home, you feel a sense of achievement. You managed to complete the task Damian gave you, and now you're on your way home to relax.

The familiar sight of your mansion comes into view, and you step inside feeling relieved to be back in the safety of your own home. But as soon as you step inside, you hear Damian's voice booming from the kitchen.

"What is this mess?" he yells, his eyes locking onto the cupcake mix smeared over your clothes.

You try to explain, but he cuts you off, accusing you of being clumsy and useless. The verbal barrage only grows louder, and you feel yourself growing smaller and smaller under his gaze.

Feeling trapped and overwhelmed, you retreat to your room, tears streaming down your face. You feel like nothing you do is ever good enough, like you'll never

You try to speak up, your voice shaking as you try to explain why you have cupcake mix all over your clothes.

"I'm a baker," you say, trying to keep your tone calm. "My coworker was trying to multitask, and some of the mix got on my clothes by accident."

Damian's expression softens, but only slightly. He steps closer to you, his gaze intense as he inspects the mess on your clothes.

"You should have been more careful," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "But I suppose it's not entirely your fault."

He leans in to inspect your face, and you feel his hot breath on your skin. "Don't make excuses," he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Just do better next time."

With that, he leaves you alone in your room, feeling more confused than

As you change, you can't shake off the feeling of unease that has settled in your chest. But as you slip into your boxers, you find yourself forgetting everything else.

That's when Damian walks in, catching you off guard with his sudden entrance.

You freeze, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You try to cover yourself up, but it's too late.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his tone curious.

You try to speak, but your voice gets stuck in your throat. You feel exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze, and you try to back away.

But Damian steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel like you're drowning in the intensity of his gaze, unable to look away.

"You're mine," he says, his voice low and possessive. "Don't forget that."

With that, he turns and leaves